Chapter 49 Called A Theif

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• The next day, as I slowly open my eyes, I watch the room gradually fill with radiant light as the sun's warm embrace spills through the curtains. I rise from the bed and take a moment to absorb the transformed beauty of my surroundings.
• A sense of melancholy weighs upon me, and I instinctively raise my hands to cradle my aching head, feeling the heaviness of sorrow within me. My body trembles, and I struggle to regain my focus, my mind clouded and scattered. Though the desire to stand surges within me, the weight of despair keeps me anchored to the bed, compelling me to remain seated, my gaze wandering once more.